Transformed - The Beginning
An abused girl, treated like dirt, denied any freedom, Rumana runs away on the journey to her hometown, only to encounter someone who transforms her into someone not only breathtakingly beautiful and irresistible, but also extremely wild and dangerous. Will Rumana be able to control her newborn instincts to save her family from herself and her new secret? Or will her temptation give in?
Five minutes for the bell. Half the class was sleeping, up front Noor was doodling idly on a piece of paper, beside me Daphne was yawning so hard her glasses were slipping down the end of her nose, behind me Rohini was simply shredding a piece of paper into bits. The teacher didn't notice them. She was too busy handing out the assignments and projects we had to do in the summer vacation.
Three minutes to go. I yawned and unfortunately, the teacher saw. She shot me a filthy look as she handed me a bunch of papers containing all the vacation homework. I groaned as I saw the list: we had three books to read in English and a detailed summary of each was needed, two projects for business, one on banking and the other on insurance, three worksheets and a project for accountancy, while economics (Oh My God!!) we had to answer all the questions given at the back of the textbook for six lessons, plus a project on consumer awareness! Some vacation this was going to be.
One minute to go. I looked around. Fatema and Amreen were reading through the assignments, eyes widening in horror. Fatema looked at me and mouthed, "We're so dead." Beside me, Daphne muttered, "Three summaries, three worksheets, four projects and answers to questions of six lessons!"
The bell finally rang signaling the end of the school and the beginning of the summer vacation. Our class teacher said, "Now you are going for your summer vacation, enjoy yourself, have a nice time, but don't forget your studies. You girls are in twelfth grade now and complete your projects and assignments, they are not much."
"Not much my ass," grumbled Daphne as we packed our bags. "That will take all year to complete, how do they expect us to complete it within two months? We are humans, not robots." I simply replied, "I guess they simply love to torture us with work. Happy hols, by the way." "Same to you." she replied.
Amreen and Fatema joined me as we filed for the exit. "How?" said Fatema, "How can they expect us to do all that in two months?" I didn't say anything. "These economics lessons have about eighty questions each, that equals to around four hundred and twenty questions!" groaned Amreen. "and that accounts worksheet is no good!" "Well, happy holidays.", I said "Or not." I added after a second thought. "Same to you!" they replied.
When I reached home an hour later, it looked as if it had been turned into a circus. I sighed. Mom had gone shopping again, it seemed, as there were countless shopping bags strewn everywhere. Having small siblings did not help anything. My two year old sister Aqsa was turfing out all the contents of a bag, while my seven year old brother Yousuf was trying quite uselessly to stop her.
"There you are girl. Come on hurry and help me with this. Finally all your extra classes are over." We were going to India after two days so my mom spent every minute shopping for clothes, shoes,and so on.
"Where should I keep those?" I asked, picking up two bags filled with clothes. "In the trolley bag, and fold them neatly before stuffing them in." I went in the bedroom and zipped open the bag. There were a lot of bags stuffed in. Removing everything from it, I started folding everything neatly in. Most of them were clothes for my sister and brother and also some shoes. I noticed a shopping bag from Max. On opening it, I found an expensive beautiful skirt and a matching top of my size.
I'm not even dreaming. When would mom buy a skirt for me, let alone from Max? I mean, she thought skirts were too revealing. She only allowed me to wear loose salwar kameez so that my shape wouldn't be revealed. Well, whatever. Maybe its for someone else. She wouldn't let me wear something like that. I never wore jeans in my life. I always had to cover my hair and when I went out I always wore a veil. I spent my life covered up from the world. She never let me go out with friends. Well, being old-fashioned and religious everything modern was revolting to her. Then why, I thought, did she buy such a skirt?
Right then the door burst open and mom entered, carrying armfuls of shopping bags.
Dumping them on the bed, she said, "Hurry girl, there's still more." Turning around, she saw the skirt and went, "Do you like it? I chose brown, isn't it your favorite color? There are some more dresses in here.", she said pointing to the bed. "By the way I brought you something else too." saying this she dug her hand in the mass of shopping bags and pulled out a Damas shopping bag. Opening the box she pulled from it, she handed it to me. I took one look at the gold necklace encrusted with stones, when I realized the true meaning of these things. My blood ran cold.
This only meant one thing. Marriage
Three minutes to go. I yawned and unfortunately, the teacher saw. She shot me a filthy look as she handed me a bunch of papers containing all the vacation homework. I groaned as I saw the list: we had three books to read in English and a detailed summary of each was needed, two projects for business, one on banking and the other on insurance, three worksheets and a project for accountancy, while economics (Oh My God!!) we had to answer all the questions given at the back of the textbook for six lessons, plus a project on consumer awareness! Some vacation this was going to be.
One minute to go. I looked around. Fatema and Amreen were reading through the assignments, eyes widening in horror. Fatema looked at me and mouthed, "We're so dead." Beside me, Daphne muttered, "Three summaries, three worksheets, four projects and answers to questions of six lessons!"
The bell finally rang signaling the end of the school and the beginning of the summer vacation. Our class teacher said, "Now you are going for your summer vacation, enjoy yourself, have a nice time, but don't forget your studies. You girls are in twelfth grade now and complete your projects and assignments, they are not much."
"Not much my ass," grumbled Daphne as we packed our bags. "That will take all year to complete, how do they expect us to complete it within two months? We are humans, not robots." I simply replied, "I guess they simply love to torture us with work. Happy hols, by the way." "Same to you." she replied.
Amreen and Fatema joined me as we filed for the exit. "How?" said Fatema, "How can they expect us to do all that in two months?" I didn't say anything. "These economics lessons have about eighty questions each, that equals to around four hundred and twenty questions!" groaned Amreen. "and that accounts worksheet is no good!" "Well, happy holidays.", I said "Or not." I added after a second thought. "Same to you!" they replied.
When I reached home an hour later, it looked as if it had been turned into a circus. I sighed. Mom had gone shopping again, it seemed, as there were countless shopping bags strewn everywhere. Having small siblings did not help anything. My two year old sister Aqsa was turfing out all the contents of a bag, while my seven year old brother Yousuf was trying quite uselessly to stop her.
"There you are girl. Come on hurry and help me with this. Finally all your extra classes are over." We were going to India after two days so my mom spent every minute shopping for clothes, shoes,and so on.
"Where should I keep those?" I asked, picking up two bags filled with clothes. "In the trolley bag, and fold them neatly before stuffing them in." I went in the bedroom and zipped open the bag. There were a lot of bags stuffed in. Removing everything from it, I started folding everything neatly in. Most of them were clothes for my sister and brother and also some shoes. I noticed a shopping bag from Max. On opening it, I found an expensive beautiful skirt and a matching top of my size.
I'm not even dreaming. When would mom buy a skirt for me, let alone from Max? I mean, she thought skirts were too revealing. She only allowed me to wear loose salwar kameez so that my shape wouldn't be revealed. Well, whatever. Maybe its for someone else. She wouldn't let me wear something like that. I never wore jeans in my life. I always had to cover my hair and when I went out I always wore a veil. I spent my life covered up from the world. She never let me go out with friends. Well, being old-fashioned and religious everything modern was revolting to her. Then why, I thought, did she buy such a skirt?
Right then the door burst open and mom entered, carrying armfuls of shopping bags.
Dumping them on the bed, she said, "Hurry girl, there's still more." Turning around, she saw the skirt and went, "Do you like it? I chose brown, isn't it your favorite color? There are some more dresses in here.", she said pointing to the bed. "By the way I brought you something else too." saying this she dug her hand in the mass of shopping bags and pulled out a Damas shopping bag. Opening the box she pulled from it, she handed it to me. I took one look at the gold necklace encrusted with stones, when I realized the true meaning of these things. My blood ran cold.
This only meant one thing. Marriage
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